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The shampoos, conditioners, and soaps in his shower looked expensive as hell, and I’d never heard of a single one. I gave one of the few shampoos a sniff test, and I could have died right then. It smelledunbelievable. So much so, I moaned when I smelled it.
I immediately chose that one, not even bothering with the others. As I shampooed my hair, I heard someone enter the bathroom.
“Excuse me,” I said, my eyes closed as I continued to work the suds through my long hair.
“I doubt I’ve ever seen anything quite so beautiful in my entire life,” Asher said.
I looked over to find both him and Damian standing next to the sink, my clothes in Damian’s hand as their eyes wandered up and down my body.
“Fuck,” Damian mumbled softly. Had I not seen his mouth move, I doubt I would have known what he said.
“Can I help you?” I asked. “Weren’t you ever told it’s not nice to spy on a girl in the shower?” It hadn’t gone unnoticed that I felt zero shame standing fully exposed to them. I didn’t even feel the need to cover myself or scold them. In fact, Ienjoyedwatching their eyes rove over my body like that.
Asher’s eyes narrowed as he smirked. Pushing himself away from the counter, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor.
Shock registered on my face as I realized what he was about to do. “You planning to get in here with me? Were youinvited?”
“Are you saying youdon’twant to invite me in?” he asked, a lusty tone in his voice. He dropped his pants, and I gasped. “Because itlookslike you want to invite me in.”
His cock was already hard, and it took a great deal of effort to look up into his eyes. As I did, movement caught my attention, and I realized Damian had tossed my clothes on the counter to strip down as well. I swallowed hard as his pants hit the floor, revealing he was just as ready and willing as Asher.
“You won’t make us stand out here in the cold air when it’s nice and warm in there, are you?” Damian asked, faking a pout.
I bit my lip and stepped back. “That would be rather rude of me to treat my gracious hosts in such a way, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, I do believe so,” Damian answered.
I stepped back again and crooked my finger, silently telling them to come in. My heart raced as Damian stepped in first, one of his hands going to my hip while the other tangled in my soapy hair. He kissed me, and it was soft but passionate. I gasped as Asher moved directly behind me, his thick cock pressing against my lower back.
“Tilt your head back,” Asher breathed.
I did as he asked, and he combed his fingers through my hair as he rinsed the shampoo out. He worked slowly, patiently, massaging my scalp as he went. Damian was suspiciously absent for several moments, but I soon felt his hands moving over my body.
“This is incredible,” I said, my voice barely over a whisper.
“Well, more is yet to come, goddess,” Asher said before pushing me forward a step, to move me out of the direct stream of water. “We wanted to thank you for breakfast.”
I smiled. “Is that so? Hmm. I think I need to cook for the two of you more often.” I looked at Damian, and he had a loofah in his hand that I hadn’t seen before. “Where did you get that?”
He took a few steps back and tapped the wall below the bench seat with his foot, and it popped open. I hadn’t known the hidden door was there because it blended in with the rest of the tile. The frame was made of plastic to keep it protected from water. Inside were two shelves with extra soaps, loofahs, razors, and other stuff I couldn’t see from that angle.
“This house is so fucking cool,” I said.
He laughed. “I’m glad you like it. And before you ask, everything down there is brand new. You’re actually the first girl to stay here, so I’m the only one who has touched anything here.”
Asher cleared his throat in a way that made me turn to look at him. He had a smirk on his face as he looked at Damian. As I looked back at Damian, he glared back at Asher.
“What?” I asked. “Something is silently being said here. It’s freaking me out.”
Asher laughed, and Damian’s jaw ticked before he spoke. “Shut it.”
There was silence as I looked between Damian’s glares at Asher and Asher’s taunting smiles at Damian.
“Ugh, whatever. You two knock it off,” I scolded. “The three of us are standing here naked, and you want to start a fight?”
Lowering his mouth to my ear, Asher said, “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He kissed my jaw, nipping playfully before pulling away to knead his fingers into my shoulders.
My head fell back against his chest as I closed my eyes. His hands felt incredible, and my body threatened to go weak against him. The fear of pain that would be caused from falling to the hard tile floor was the only thing that kept me upright.